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... had thinned, but the air remained heavy with decay and tension. She kept her rifle at the ready, eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. The city was no longer hers; it belonged to the Bloom now.
Back at the MOA Complex, Thomas Estaris stood before a bank of monitors, each displaying live feeds from surveillance drones. One screen tracked Erika's movements, her figure a solitary beacon amidst the desolation. Another feed caught his attention: a formation of Bloomspawn, their grotesque ...
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